I want to know if your eyes mimic the color of my favorite sweater
and if your embrace feels just as warm.
Maybe it's the kind of embrace
where you squeeze just a tad bit tighter
right before you let go.
The kind of embrace that coaxes the oxygen from my lungs for a few seconds.
I don't mind not breathing, if it means I get to stay in your arms just a few moments longer.
I want to know if the spaces between your fingers
are meant for mine to fill them
as if they are they are the last two puzzle pieces completing your greatest masterpiece,
us.